Alice and Vanna hid in the dark corner of the street, where they would wait for instructions while paying attention to the movements around the building.
Duncan and Morris came to the building with the black door.
The building was very quiet - this was natural, after all, the sun had not risen yet, and the night in this world was not suitable for ordinary people to move around. Most normal people did not have much of a nightlife after dark, and it was normal for them to go to bed early and wait for dawn.
But will the "replica" returning from the deep sea also have the same daily routine as ordinary people
Duncan looked up, noticed the eye-catching button on the corner of the door frame, and reached out and pressed it twice.
Faintly, one could hear the sharp and rapid sound of an electric bell ringing inside the building—the sound of the electric bell was particularly striking in the quiet night.
"Maybe we shouldn't visit during curfew," Morris touched his forehead, with a hint of hesitation in his tone, "It would arouse suspicion if we alert the neighbors."
"But your friend probably can't wait too long, so it's better to come earlier," Duncan said calmly, "Don't worry about anything else. Arousing the suspicion of the church or alarming the city-state authorities is part of life. You should adapt to your identity as a member of the Lost Homeland."
Morris opened his mouth but said nothing. At this time, Duncan reached out and pressed the doorbell twice.
Finally, they heard hurried footsteps coming from inside the building, followed by the sound of something being knocked over—then the light in the living room was turned on, and the light shone through the window next to it onto the street.
Just as Duncan was looking at him curiously, he was also looking at Duncan curiously, a burly visitor wearing a black windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat. No facial features could be seen between the gaps in his clothes, only layers of bandages.
"I am a friend of Mr. Morris, a traveling explorer, and I am interested in Mr. Brown Scott's research, so I stopped by to visit," Duncan volunteered. "I hope this doesn't cause any trouble to you."
Duncan nodded in understanding. At the same time, the young voice behind the door hesitated for a moment after hearing what Morris said, and then he said firmly, "Sorry, it's too late, and
The teacher is sleeping now, can we talk about it tomorrow morning?"
"Would you like some sweet pancakes and sausages? This is all we have now..." Galoni shouted to the two guests in the kitchen, with a hint of apology in her voice.
Morris frowned. The situation was different from what he had expected at first. He did not expect that three years after Brown Scott's death, his student would still live in this house. But after a brief thought, he organized his words: "We arrived too late and have not found a place to live yet. Besides, your teacher wrote me a letter before, inviting me here."
There was nothing wrong with the female student's tone and expression when she answered.
As he spoke, he calmly watched the reaction of the person in front of him.
Then he turned to Duncan and said slowly in a low voice, "It might be this student of Brown Scott. I heard him mention it."
"About a month," Galoni didn't seem to think much about it, and just answered the guest's question as if chatting casually, "He came back suddenly, saying that he was tired from traveling and wanted to take a good rest for a while... Oh, that's when he mentioned that he wanted to invite Mr. Morris to visit our home."
"Is that Galoni?" Morris asked tentatively, "Is Mr. Brown Scott home? I'm a friend of your teacher."
Because she was awakened in the middle of the night, this stone-like young lady was only wearing a loose nightgown, and her long brown hair was slightly messy and draped behind her head. She held the door frame and looked at the two uninvited guests standing at the door with cautious and scrutinizing eyes.
Morris and Duncan exchanged glances.
If it was a master-disciple relationship, this would be nothing, but the relationship between her and the folklorist was clearly beyond that of an ordinary master-disciple relationship. Brown Scott could not hand over the keys of his residence to this student, and the latter lived here for three years and took on the responsibility of taking care of the teacher without hesitation after he "returned home". There was this kind of intimacy and mutual trust.
Because of this, it is impossible for Brown to leave without informing Galoni about his itinerary.
However, when Galoni heard the name "Obsidian", she did not react at all. She just recalled it for a moment and shook her head: "I don't know about that. He didn't tell me much when he left...
The sound of the door hinges turning broke the noise of the night, the black door closed, and the street became quiet again.
The sounds of metal colliding and chains rubbing rang out in the night. The person inside the door opened the lock hanging on the inside, and the door finally opened. In the dim light, Duncan saw a... tall and somewhat weird figure.
"... Two or three years ago," Galoni thought for a moment and said uncertainly, with a somewhat ashamed expression, "I always forget the time, and the teacher often scolds me."
It seemed as if everything that happened around him was as it should be.
His muscles were visibly tense.
After entering the door, the first thing you see is a rather simple living room. The furniture in the living room looks like it has been used for 10 to 20 years. One side of the living room is connected to the kitchen and dining room, and on the other side there is a staircase leading to the second floor. Under the stairs is a wide door, which may lead to the basement or wine cellar.
Then he looked at Galoni who was standing at the door: "This is Mr. Duncan, I am..."
Yet there was something clearly wrong with her answer itself.
That sounds like a young woman.
"A cup of hot water will do. No need to bother," Morris waved his hand. When Galoni came over, he asked casually, "By the way, have you always lived here?"
The voices in the door fell silent. This "Galoni" seemed to be recalling and thinking. After several seconds, her voice was heard again: "Then... Wait a moment, I will open the chain buckle."
But apart from these striking non-human features, his face was no different from that of an abnormal young human male, and even looked a little... handsome.
Even though the Frost People were used to "bandages", the appearance of this visitor was a little too oppressive.
This figure was only a few centimeters shorter than Vanna, and her height of nearly 1.8 meters made her particularly eye-catching. And unlike Vanna, who was tall but still slim, the middle-aged lady standing at the door had strong and powerful muscles all over her body - but what was more concerning was not just her height, but her rock-like gray-black skin and the faint light golden lines on her skin surface.
I don’t know which ship my teacher took when he went out!
Galoni met the visitor's gaze calmly with a calm expression on her face.
"… The teacher is resting, and I don't know when he will wake up, but he did mention that Mr. Morris might come to visit," said Galoni. In sharp contrast to her tall and strong figure, her voice always seemed a little thin and hesitant, and she also had a sense of fear and lack of confidence. When she spoke, she didn't even dare to look at Duncan and Morris. She just muttered and stepped aside, "Come in first, it's cold outside."
"You've been away for a while?"
Morris frowned subconsciously, "When did it happen?"
Duncan and Morris looked at each other, the former was a little surprised, while the latter seemed to be thinking about something.
The door lock clicked, and the black door opened a crack. A vigilant eye looked out through the crack, and a young voice came at the same time: "Who is it?"
Morris thanked him and entered the house with Duncan.
Duncan and Morris did not show excessive curiosity. They just looked around briefly and sat down in the living room under the guidance of Galoni. Then the tall lady walked into the kitchen and began to busily make tea and prepare snacks.
"When did Mr. Brown come back?" Duncan asked casually.
"Oh, I forgot to mention it," Morris' voice suddenly rang out, breaking the awkward and tense atmosphere in time. He turned to Duncan and said, "Brown's student, Galoni, is a Senjin.
People—are indeed not very common in the northern city-states. "
The old scholar paused and continued, "My name is Morris Underwood. Your teacher should have mentioned it to you."
"I was also very surprised when I first received his letter," Morris continued, "He hasn't contacted me for many years. The last time I heard from him many years ago was when I heard that he was going to sail on a ship...ah, it seems to be a large cruise ship called 'Obsidian'?"
"Yes, I have been living here all the time," Galoni nodded. "The teacher went away for a while, and he gave me the key and asked me to help him take care of this place. So I simply moved here from my previous rental place, and have lived here ever since. He came back recently, and I continue to live here to take care of him."
Under the dim light of the electric lamp, there are no suspicious dark corners in this living room. Everything you see is very warm and...
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